Order of Battle On January 1, 1918
The most significant wartime structural change in the divisions of this wave was the reduction from two field artillery regiments to one. Over the course of the war, other changes took place, including the formation of artillery and signals commands and the enlargement of combat engineer support to a full pioneer battalion. The order of battle on January 1, 1918 was as follows:
- 82.Reserve-Infanterie-Brigade
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 270
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 271
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 272
- 3.Eskadron/Garde-Dragoner-Regiment Königin Viktoria von Groß Britannien u. Irland Nr. 1
- Artillerie-Kommandeur 82:
- Reserve-Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr. 70
- I.Bataillon/Fußartillerie-Regiment Nr. 18 (from May 1, 1918)
- Pionier-Bataillon Nr. 382
- Reserve-Pionier-Kompanie Nr. 86
- Pionier-Kompanie Nr. 348
- Minenwerfer-Kompanie Nr. 282
- Divisions-Nachrichten-Kommandeur 482
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